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If you look over my list of articles that I have written during these past two years, you will discover that 10% of them have something to do with auctions. As I have stated in many of these articles, "I love auctions!" I also am a great admirer of antiques. (The difference between an admirer and a collector is the latter can afford to do more than look.) Actually, we have made a few small purchases.
Five years ago, Joyce had decided that she wanted a Hoosier cabinet. I admit that I did not know what this was. But being from Michigan and a fully committed Wolverine, I did not want to own anything with the words Buckeye (Ohio State) or Hoosier (Indiana) on them. Then once I saw how much they were selling for, I knew I definitely didn't want anything to do with them.
But my mother, my bargain idol, fetched us one for a great price. I didn't think that it needed that much work, but Joyce was determined to strip and paint it. Now if you have a Hoosier and are thinking about stripping and painting, I highly recommend that you take two weeks of vacation before you get started. No, you won't get it done in that time, but you will need the rest before you get immersed in the restoration process. After going through 2 gallons of stripper and 7 yards of sandpaper, a year and 7 months later, it looked pretty good. We swore we would never take on a project like that again.
Today, if you enter our house through our basement and walk straight, you will stub your toe on my latest restoration project- a 1945 RCA Victor 67V1 Record player/AM/Short-wave console radio. A few weeks ago, one Saturday morning, Joyce had convinced me to get out of bed and go to a few yard sales. One was just down the road at this farm that was going to be torn down to make room for a new doublewide. We had missed the Friday sale because of work, so it was logical that there would not be any good bargains left. Much to our surprise there were many things still scattered around the barnyard. Right in the middle was this large wooded box. The outside looked pretty good. I asked the young man who was doing the selling what it was. He said, "Oh, that's just an old radio. I'll sell it to you for $5." After looking it over, I said, "Sure, why not." Joyce rolled her eyes. Our already crowded basement would store one more item that would be added to my "Things to do" list.
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